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60 Ball
Rubberband OG
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I'ma call you when I wanna fuck ya I ain't tryna text
All my jewelry on right now, posted in the jets
Walked in magic city five minutes and I made a mess
Shawty said she like the way I talk
It made her pussy wet
Rock the Louie V with Off White I just mix and match
If they send some shots we stepping back
I do tit for tat
Remember when I couldn't afford a shirt
Now I might buy the mall
Real VVS round my neck, I spent a 60 ball
You don't get no respect
You ain't slide when they killed yo dog
They might think it's over I ain't stopping til' I kill them all
Yo baby mama told me all about you
Told me you was broke
Told her I don't do no pillow talking let me fuck your throat
You nasty for fucking an animal, bitch you fucked a goat
Trap shit, could've bought a car, I bought a Louie coat
Never be up in the studio, too busy selling pounds
You ain't gone never run your money up 'cause you be talking down
Pull up on him if he try to run, we gone walk him down
Man this Draco in a book bag, like how that choppa sound
Boy you played sports all your life oh you a robber now
He jumped off that porch head first and they chopped him down
If you ain't stunting these hoes and bout your money
We on the same thing
Riding hellcat, fire the za up then I change lanes
Pockets stuffed with the blue hunnits like I gang bang
If you start some beef with me then I'ma fuck your main thing
Press the button up on the key 2x the car crank
30 pounds up in the trunk, my mama said yo car stank
2021 with no miles, drove it off the lot
My partner want me to cook his dope for him
I dropped it in the pot
Got it out the mud, I wasn't born with no silver spoon
Cameras in the trap selling pounds in the living room
I just got the key to your bitch spot
I'ma trap it out
I can show you how to get some money
That's all i'm rapping about
Stop flexing with your homeboy money, we know that ain't your shit
How the fuck you posting all that money but ain't buying shit
How the fuck I'm buying all this jewelry, ain't never went gold
How the hell a nigga still hot, ain't never sell my soul
Sniper was out this bitch
Slanging iron and he was on parole
I was really on the hill with Reese and Kut so I can't drop the 4's,
If you see me riding on that south, I'm trying to up the score
If you ever catch me down bad, you better blow your pole
I'ma call you when I wanna fuck you I ain't tryna text
All my jewelry on right now, posted in the jets
Walked in magic city five minutes and I made a mess
Shawty said she like the way I talk
It made her pussy wet
Rock the Louie V with Off White I just mix and match
If they send some shots we stepping back
I do tit for tat
Remember when i couldn't afford a shirt
Now I might buy the mall
Real VVS round my neck, I spent a 60 ball
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